Killian's POV.After the maid—Jade dropped dead like that, I had immediately ordered her body taken to the infirmary. I told them to get specialists, alongside Javier. I wanted them to run an autopsy. Every damn test they had. Because the way she died… it wasn’t normal.There were no bullet wounds. No knife marks. No bruises. Nothing. She didn’t faint. Her neck actually snapped right there in front of us. Like someone twisted it clean with invisible hands.That meant someone was watching, or listening or maybe even both.And the moment she was about to say the name of the maid who told her to give Selene that plate, she just... died.The killer had to be near. They had to be in the court.I sat back down on my throne, my elbows on the armrest, one hand rubbing the back of my neck. My foot tapped hard against the stone floor. I could feel my anger crawling up my spine and boiling in my chest.My eyes drifted to Lovena, who was sitting quietly off to the side. She looked so… sad. H
Valerie’s POV.It had been weeks, and I still hadn’t found the miserable little witch who stole my moment.They said only a witch could've stopped that plague. Then who was it? Not Ella, she was just one of my shadows, a pawn. She was useless and weak. None of them had the power.Whoever it was… I was going to kill them.That spell was my moment. My chance to step in, save the pack, and finally become Killian's Luna. And someone ruined it all. I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood.I wrapped my arms around myself and closed my eyes. His face flashed through my mind. Those sharp golden eyes, that midnight-black hair. Even just thinking about him made my breath hitch.goddess, I missed him.I let myself fall backward onto the bed, a dizzy smile spreading across my lips as I clutched the pillow. My hand travelled into panties, finding my clit. I rubbed them lightly as I imagined Killian's face, his muscles, his height. Just thinking about him, drove me insane. I rubbed faster
Killian's POV.I stepped out of the ward with clenched fists.The second I entered the corridor, I saw Ronan still sitting there. His eyes snapped to me the moment I approached and he shot to his feet.“How is she?” He asked.I halted in my tracks, my jaw tightened so hard I felt the veins throb in my neck.“She’s in a coma.”Ronan blinked. “What?” His voice came out like he didn’t believe me.I turned to him. “I want you to gather everyone who was at the dining hall during lunch. Every single maid and guard.”Ronan straightened. “Yes, my Lord.”“And bring them to the inner Court,” I added, already walking away.I made my way in long strides to the inner Court, each step punching into the marble like I wanted to split the floor open. The corridor guards bowed as I passed, but I didn’t see them. My mind was a roaring storm.By the time I pushed open the tall double doors and stepped into the inner court, I was boiling.I moved straight to the raised dais at the center and sat down on
Killian's POV.I quickly rose up from my seat and followed the guard, my heart was pounding in my chest like drums. Every step I took felt heavy. Selene collapsed? What the hell was this guard talking about?As we walked hurriedly down the hallway, I turned to him. “What happened?” I demanded.The guard looked tense. “I-I’m not sure, my Lord,” he stuttered. “I just entered the hall and saw some people rushing her out. It happened during lunch.”I stopped for a second. “What?”But I didn’t wait for him to say more. I turned and headed straight to the infirmary.When I got there, I stepped in quickly and saw Javier. He looked up the moment he noticed me.“How is she?” I asked. “What happened?”Javier took off his glasses slowly and looked at me with that expression he always had when he was about to deliver bad news.“My Lord,” he began, “it’s… not good at all.”I clenched my fists. “What do you mean it’s not good?” My voice was rough. “What happened, Javier?”He hesitated.“Javier,” I
Selene's POV.After that little drama with Lovena, I made my way back to my quarters. Lovena could never fool me.I’d dealt with sly people before, masters at manipulation and that woman reeked of it.I shut the door gently behind me and sat down on the tiny chair by the corner. Three more days of rest before I resumed being a slave. A maid or whatever they called it now.My wrists felt better. Try were not completely healed, but less sore. My mouth too. I’d recovered... physically, at least.It was nearly lunchtime. Carmen would come soon, she always did. Said she hated going to lunch without me.Just as I expected, the door swung open a few minutes later, and Carmen stepped inside like a gust of wind.She marched straight to my bed and dropped down like she'd just come back from a battlefield. “Selene, is it true?” She asked.I almost rolled my eyes. “Is what true?”She leaned forward. “Come on. Everyone’s talking about it! I literally heard two guards talking about it at the gate
Killian's POV.After that little charade, Selene walked away, Lovena waa still sniffling like she was in a scene from a tragic play.I just stood there looking at her. I couldn’t lie to myself. I felt… confused.Lovena apologizing and crying on her knees?I’d known her all my life. And even when we were younger, she had a tongue sharper than her claws. She was proud and that sort of pride doesn’t just evaporate overnight. So watching her fall to the ground, bowing before Selene of all people? It felt surreal. Just as I turned to walk away, I felt Lovena's cold, shaky hands grab my arm."Have you forgiven me now Killian?" she asked, her eyes were glossy with tears. "I'm really sorry."I looked at her then gave her a short nod before turning to walk away.Of course, she followed me, clinging on me. But I didn’t say anything yet.She had just thrown away her pride in front of Selene. That had to mean something…right?Finally, I stopped walking and turned to her. "Why are you followin